Chain of Life
What's truly at the favored top of this fond life's food chain,
how may we describe, in appropriate terms, and so well explain,
The human race, with its state, and in such a miserable disgrace,
and then to accept our own appointment, in its leading place?
with all of our knowledge, so fantastic, in all of its forms,
in the progression of our race, improvements by technology,
can we understand the common needs and real reasons,
why to this earth, we owe to her, in respect, such an apology?
How can we explain the vileness of poisons we all dump,
and the fresh air so polluted and all so unfit to breathe,
the death of our beautiful sea creatures and birds of the air,
the human waste, the demise, by our own hands, to seethe?.
Is there a good meaning in the ending of the many young lives,
that of the precious children all so born, and of this fine earth,
How can the dollars made by a few, unfit, so dictate all decisions,
Just what is clean air to breathe, and how much a life, to be worth?
Who decides to burn black rocks, all so toxic, and smells, so foul,
and then smoke up the blue skies, until they all turn to dark gray,
As the diseases and the illnesses of the many, spread, to prowl,
Is the infinite good, the best for mankind, just to see another day?
The one horrible truth, an enlightening insight, significant of its harm,
It's but a byproduct of our times, this fault, and a danger to us all,
Its failure, as a negligence, to be at our hands, and in its effects,
Destroying all, the good and the bad, and not sparing, great or small?
Should we be so remise, in uncaring and in a poor judgement at its best,
in not making of the right choices, each so thoughtful, and of the bright,
Perhaps we may deserve the punishments, and with all of the shame,
as failing in our roles, as stewards, not then following a path of what's right.
We must make amends by saving what's left, and then we may so preserve,
on this planet of blue, and with it, a hope, in fine reasons, we all may desire,
put aside greed, and the bad habits, those to be worst reflective of any man,
the powerful dreams, of a few, giving new life and then reasons to aspire,
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